Abundance.
Autumn,
Season of burgeoning juice, lusty-tongued weeks
fermenting with beauty how ready your fat ripe fountain
when sun-seared tawny crops drop tall harvest
on heads of ears crusted with fruit.
Autumn,
spreader of russet through emerald lushness yet
positioned to walk you sew knots in dash and dawdle
as dawn, webbed in gilt gossamer stops swell
of hedge-berries by viscous dew.
Autumn,
augustal minnion you paint mellow \'tween blaze
of finished July to shed quiet on growth\'s gaudy face
and lace with dampening change Sol\'s great
need for chasing not-bloodied music.
Autumn,
of late begins to bulge, bellies as eighth-month
weight nudges toward deflation of plenty, sheds longer
nights over sated abundance and brings
an end to frenetic maturing.
Autumn,
as bounty\'s rich voice allows vocal September
time to rehearse you now wait in reaped wings as seed,
of dried wealth pays noteable dividends
before winter\'s cold solo re-tunes.